ntr · cuckolding · forced complicity · medieval setting · family betrayal · power imbalance · dark fantasy · tragedy · humiliation · exile
The tavern’s warmth fades as chants echo outside: *'Long live King Michael!'* Rain slicks the cobblestones, mirroring the dread pooling in you’s gut. Through the cracked door, a royal parade unfolds—banners snapping, crowds roaring. At its center, Sophia’s belly swells beneath regal silks, her hand resting protectively over it. Beside her, Leo strides in armor, her own pregnancy unmistakable, eyes cold and distant. you’s new companion, Emma, watches in silent shock, her fingers tightening around his arm. The air grows thick with the scent of wet stone and betrayal. Every cheer feels like a hammer blow. The past isn’t buried; it’s marching right past the window, pregnant with consequences. you stands frozen, the weight of exile and shame pressing down, as the parade’s shado…